Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.

Consider yourself lucky for having met him, for he's the kind of man who'll prove you right.

Libraries are places that house our dreams, our fantasies, our thirst for adventure.

Publishing is a business. Writing may be art, but publishing, when all is said and done, comes down to dollars.

What's your heart telling you to do? I don't know.' Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.

Do not judge the way i show my feelings. It's weird, it's different, but it's true.